Page 40 of Outbreak (Revolution X #1)

CHAPTER 39

Rue

D EATH BY COCK.

That’s what my headstone will read.

“Breathe, Rue,” he says into my hair, and I want to punch him in the fucking face.

“Let me shove a coke bottle up your ass and see how well you can breathe through it.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll prep your ass for a while before I fuck it,” he laughs, and the motion makes him slip a little deeper into me.

“If you bring this monster anywhere near my ass—” I hiss, sucking in a deep breath and blowing it out slowly. “I’ll cut it off and staple it to your fucking forehead.”

“To be so fucking tiny, you sure are a violent little thing.” His cock twitches inside of me and makes me jolt in his arms. The pain is morphing into pleasure now, a rush of endorphins flooding my whole body.

“I– need to move,” I whisper, terrified of the pain. But as much as my smart mouth protests, I want this. He knows I want it, too. I have no doubt that if I really needed to stop, he wouldn’t hesitate. I told him to break me, and I meant it.

“Then move. Ride my cock, Death.” His grip on my body loosens, his hands holding on to my hips as I rock forward, sliding his cock out a little before I rock back and take more.

“Oh. My. God.” My words are breathless and strained. I’m so fucking full. Without warning, my head is ripped back by my hair, his other hand snatching the leash that dangles between our bodies.

“My name will be the only one on your lips when I’m buried in this pussy, got it?” His growled demand makes my pussy clench around him, and he drives his hips up into me, seating me fully on his cock. If I thought I was full before, I’m damn near bursting now.

I nod against his hold, but he just pulls my hair harder, my chain tighter. “Words, Death.”

“Yes, sir,” I say through gritted teeth, rolling my hips on his cock to adjust to the full length of him.

“That’s my good girl. Now, remember what I said. I love you.” That’s all the warning I get before he lets go of my chain and hair and clamps down on my hips, lifting my ass up like I weigh nothing, slamming me down on his cock.

My scream could shatter glass as he impales me on his massive cock, the ball piercing hitting a sweet spot deep inside me as my hands fly to his shoulders to hold on. He repeatedly lifts me up and slams me down like a yo-yo on his dick, but he doesn't let me sink all the way onto him.

It’s too much, too fast. My head spins as my world tilts upside down, drowning me in pleasure so painful I could cry. My hands move to grip onto his face, begging him—for what, I don’t know. To stop? More? “Ghost! I– please...”

“You can take it.” He growls, capturing my bottom lip with his teeth before pulling back, his eyes finding my pleading ones. “Keep your eyes on me, Death. Watch me make you come all over my cock as I fill your sweet cunt with every drop of my come.”

His filthy mouth drives me higher, closer to my undoing. His hands slide back, gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them wider, and I sink down a fraction more on his cock.

“You’re perfect little pussy is so fucking tight—strangling my cock,” he grits through clenched teeth, his jaw tensing as he throws his head back, exposing his neck to me.

My orgasm crashes into me as I scream into his neck, sinking my teeth into his skin and marking him as mine. That’s what he is. All fucking mine.

“That’s it, baby girl. Soak me, just like that,” he praises, lifting me off his cock as wave after wave of pleasure gushes from my body and soaks us both. My pussy convulses around nothing, but before I can beg him to fill me up, he lines himself back up and slams into me again. “Hold on to me.”

My head slumps into the crook of his neck as he holds me tight to his chest, thrusting into me at a punishing pace, chasing his own orgasm. My moans and screams echo in the concrete room, mixing with his growled curses as he finds his release, pumping every drop of his come into me—right where it belongs.

“This pussy is mine, Death. And when we get settled and the world isn’t so fucked up, I’m going to rip that birth control out and breed you until you swell with my child. Then I’ll do it again and again.”

I don’t have the energy to unpack that shit right now as I try to rearrange my mental state and make sure my organs aren’t going to fall out of my ass when he pulls out of me. All I can do is nod against his sweaty skin, my body collapsing against his firm chest as we try to catch our breaths.

My whole body is shaking, the aftermath of such an emotionally and physically intense experience. I’ve never felt like this before. Completely wrecked—destroyed in the best way possible.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers into my hair as he wraps his massive arms around me, holding me to him like I'm the most precious thing he’s ever held. Tears burn behind my closed eyes at the emotions rushing through me—my orgasmic release bringing on more than just bliss. Old wounds are healing. Mending. Betrayal wiped away. It’s just him and me now, as I always imagined it.

“I’ve got you, too,” I whisper back, placing a gentle kiss beneath his ear. He holds me tighter; our panting breaths are the only sound in the room.

That’s when I hear it. The perfect little bubble we’re in shatters as faint growls filter to us. “Ghost–”

“I hear it,” he says, picking me up and placing me on my feet. He climbs onto the couch, looking down from the window. “We gotta move… Now!”